Get to my final destination, ten minutes later I'm in a 4wd mule with a beer in hand out looking for the birthday boy and Rudy somewhere floating down Mills River in a canoe that came from somewhere.
Eventually back at the cabin, others trickle in, more beer, chili, and then out for a night ride on "the property," for the first stage of the competition that never really happens but still takes place in hearts and minds.
Up and above the cabin, maybe some private places, into the woods, and more up until there's no more up around in our vicinity.
Stage over, no real winners but a lot of losers, bust ass down a washed-out road and back at the cabin.
The games commence.
photo cred: Jon DangerFeats of Strength concluded, and mind games were taken up, exhausting brain power and the will to stay awake.
Eric "PMBAR Honcho" Wever and whoever he might bring with him at 10:00AM.
Ummm... errrr... oh.
Woke up in such a fog. Wandered around the cabin looking for somewhere to stand that would give my phone enough signal to squeeze out a distress text to Eric. We were definitely going to be late. Maybe we could pull off 10:30? It was sure to be a hard rally to get this crew moving towards the hills.
We managed to get everyone up and fed and clothed. It looked like we were still gonna be slightly late anyways, so I rolled out solo to let Eric know what's what.
Find Eric and his travel companion Mike Brown. They're up for anything and very understanding of our compromised conditions.
At the bottom, some dissension in the ranks, and there's a split in the peleton. Some head one way, more than those some head the other direction.
photo cred: Eric Wever
photo cred: Eric Wever
photo cred: Eric WeverFinally, down at the reservoir, time for some more decision making.
Most of the legs were full of Pisgah riding and most of the shoes attached to those legs were full of Pisgah water.
You know that thing where you're riding with locals and you feel like they know where they're going but somehow you end up off the trail and across the river from where you should be... ?
Down to the bottom, share a postie with Eric and Mike Brown, ride back to the cabin.
There are some shattered people taking "naps" or enjoying some form off stasis. Eventually, some rally, more beer, games, and at some point I find myself standing around the kitchen with the remaining two awake people trying to figure out why there's a giant thermometer in the kitchen but no clock.
Bed, wake up, goodbyes, and back home to normal life Sunday morning.
Good times. Good times.